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July 4, 2011
"And I can remember the fourth of July, Runnin' through the backwood, bare."
We had sparklers and the neighbors had ribbons of firecrackers and the mailbox invited an M-80 once. Down where our once-trim houses, packed like cigarette boxes in a carton, petered out to kids with sketchy parents and the one or two farmhouses that used to plow our lawns when they were cornfields, they had bonfires. The girls there went barefoot and smoked cigarettes and knew things early.
Posted by Vanderleun at July 4, 2011 10:43 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.
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Interestingly, Fogerty actually grew up in Berkeley, where -- as evidenced by Zombie's photos -- they run around bare while packin' a woody.
Posted by: Gagdad Bob at July 4, 2011 12:55 PM
Yes but as evidenced by Zombie's photos, those 'woodies' shot blanks.
Posted by: Peccable at July 4, 2011 2:38 PM
Perfect. Just perfect.
Posted by: Velociman at July 4, 2011 10:59 PM
CCR was my first favorite band when I was quite young. A cousin's copy of the Cosmo's Factory LP spun constantly. Sadly, Mr. Fogarty's political rants during the Bush administration have tainted in my mind their once great music.
Posted by: Dave J at July 5, 2011 6:18 AM